Day 213: 529 seconds

It takes a bit to recognize the face.
I'm 98.6 percent an ape, 
and shave the other 1.4. In place
of monkey DNA, I take the shape
of Roman statues; pretty civic, you
might say, but just remember: most were grafted
from bits and pieces: strap an arm or two
to older stone and call it human. Crafted
assembly-style, these bone-white men all live
in bogs or halls of art--there is no in-
between. The protein bends; it's gonna give
for sure beneath the scrutiny of thin
parades of pretty critics. All the art's
insured, but I can't tell the fakes apart.